November 17, 2004

Whispers

So this guy has the sexiest – THE sexiest – whisper voice in the world. It’s not so much sexy in the instant-hard-on way as it is in a tired-and-happy-as-your-heart-bubbles-up-through-your-chest sort of way. I’m not sure if it’s this guy’s voice that gets me so good or if it’s whispers in general. Though quiet, a whisper adds incredible power to a spoken word. It gives speech a sense of honesty, of affection, of go-for-the-throat intimacy, a tone of confidence and trust. Whispering makes you want to cut the crap, saying only what’s most important to you.

We had a whole conversation that way; just whispering. The dopamine levels in my brain were through the roof. We talked about our lives, about what we wanted. We talked about marriage and love. He asked if I’d keep my last name or take my lover’s, and I said I couldn’t give up “Pizzuti,” which is so epitomic of my personality and character. He said he’d give up his name in a heartbeat. He thinks that it’s interesting that I want a family and kids, saying something to the effect that it would be scary for him to let someone like a lifelong partner or a child – a person who has so much power through your love for them that they can kill you with rejection – into his life. He said he was terrified of loving that way. I said I was terrified of not loving that way.